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She wouldn't let go again. She'd stay right there. With Starr. What? Brisa is evolving!

S'more didn't seem concerned by the matter. Perhaps his relationships with those mentioned were good, or he just had other concerns? Luz laughed a little sheepishly. "Well, yer a hero from ancient times. You've surely lived through a lotta strife. I just find myself wonderin' lately... Well...

Luz scratched her chin in thought. "So, you must have quite the storied history, huh. You said y'helped build the world, but also that yer an Ascended fella? That a responsibility you took on after defeatin' whatever yer omen was?" She peered at the small pokémon, probably one of the most...

Luz nodded. "Yeah, I gotta say, that all tracks! Don't worry, it won't bother me none." Luz hadn't heard all that much about S'more, save for that he was well-respected, a serious, straightlaced fellow by all accounts. "Say, partner. Yer the chief of the guild, right? How'd that come about...

Luz shrugged and waved a paw at Diyem. "I can think up plenty of dreadful things I could call ya honestly, but I don't really care that you're rude or anythin'. Only thing that might work is tellin' ya I find you dead borin'! Guess I'll just have to ignore ya." She glanced at Owen, and looked...

Luz shook S'more's hand firmly. "Zeraora-shade Luz, atcher service." She smiled at Owen, but the feeling behind it wasn't one she could identify. "I reckon she's okay. She sounds okay when she sends. Thought I'd make myself useful while she finishes up whatever it is she's tendin' to. Howdy...

Luz didn't quite so much saunter into Diyem's infirmary room as slink in. Her unexpected bout of nerves regarding the 'ressurection' of her missing teammates would hopefully be assuaged by checking on Owen's examination. At least, that was her intent. "Uh, howdy," she said, paws swinging...

At last, the aching in Brisa's chest softened, and she could speak, and raise her head, and be a whole person outside that warm embrace. "Is... is everyone through safely?" she asked, quietly. Starr's grip slackened enough to let her look around at the assembled pokémon. Not everyone, but...

Starr. Here, with Brisa. Starr's arms around her. Starr's ragged breaths beside her, together with her own. The thought occurred to Brisa, as tears streamed from her eyes and her teeth clenched with her jaw pressed against Starr's collarbone, that she'd cried more in the last four days than she...

Luz nodded, and sniffled, as if that meant anything. Why— Why was she doing that? Maybe . . . because that's just what people did? And she wanted that for herself? Or because she wanted Starr to see her, hear her, think of her as someone who could feel. Someone who could be something other...

In Brisa's dreams, lightning arced across her body, over and over, restless, seeking ground. But falling through the void's core, there was no ground. Only Brisa, and Brisa's thoughts, and Brisa's lightning. There was no rest in the voidlands. Merely a brief reprieve from expending effort. Even...

"I don't feel like a person," said Luz, automatically. "I'm made of whatever this stuff is,"—she clawed at her shoulder, letting it soften to demonstrate her point, and pulled away a glob of dark gel—"and I ain't even based on a real person, like most other shades. Pleo knows exactly who he is...

"Sure thing, Melanie can take my spot. Alright—it was a pleasure as always, Kate. Be seein' y'all round real soon." And may we see our friends safely home too. Luz left, restless, optimistic, and eager to set some of the buzzing in her head to rights. Now, where could she find Starr?

"Well, I don't know about y'all, but I feel like makin' myself useful again. I'm gonna quit mopin' around an' see if I can't find somethin' I can help with." Luz grinned, and unlike many of her recent smiles, this one was warm. "I'm glad y'all came by fer a game. It's good t'be reminded of...

Luz nodded, numb, not yet understanding why that had been better-received by Starr than everything she'd tried while bein presentable. "I used t'not feel this way. Everythin' made sense before," she said, weakly. "I didn't have to try to be confident, I just was. Now it feels like things won't...

Luz watched in rapt fascination as Kate's ultra stone produced the largest shade to date, and another legend, no less! "Well, blow me down. Looks like you got a special one after all, Quickpaw." She straightened up, and dusted herself off. "Well met, Ultra Shade Melanie! I figure you already...

Luz crouched down and leaned forward with her paws on her thighs to stare at the unexpected—and timely—hatching. "Aw, thunder! This is only my second time seein' this!"

Luz sure would be a good lifelong friend, if she could. Brisa's eventual return home made that seem near enough to impossible, though. If she did live forever . . . was there anyone she could be that with? Another shade, perhaps? It wasn't like she had close or special relationships with anyone...

Luz threw her paws up. "I don't know!" she snapped. "I ain't s'posed t'feel like this. I'm meant t'be th'Wanderin' Light, always know what t'do, never phased by anythin', and I'm tryin', I swear I am, but instead all I can think about is how I ain't really Luz, I'm not always brave an' fierce...

Brisa gave an abrupt snort of a laugh. "It's alright, partner. I ain't holdin' anythin' against you. Wouldn't be fair." She laid her head down again and let Vix get comfortable. She was still so tired, but right now, that felt okay. Not a failing. Just a sign she should rest some more. "I'll...